End of line, not the end of story.
A layer of fog settles over life.
Why did you not leave when the war began? — Because this is my motherland and my home.
This piece could have carried a far more cynical title.
Left hand cannot type.
Quarrels
I think, therefore I am.
这个标题是借来的。我只是想做一种浅层的回忆。我说过我的记忆力已经衰退到了某种程度——但并不是真的忘了。而是有些东西沉到了大脑深处，你不去挖，就取不出来。 当我们谈论新年的时候，我们在谈论什么？ 先从今年的除夕说起。我在干什么？我在打游…
Back to a distant hometown.
Somehow I ended up in the global top 1% of ChatGPT users (by message count).
The holiday arrives, but I can't rest: failed experiments and anxiety bite together.